After quite some time having fun with this site, I've found something new.
I like to post photos, and while decent, Blogger doesn't provide the best format as a photoblog.
I discovered a great, free photoblog hosting site, and started one of my own.
Check it out: Figure8.

I'll be posting daily photography. Also, check out the community pages. There are plenty of great photographers that use this provider.
You'll still see the occassional post here. You'll see more on the photoblog.


What? No Barenaked Ladies guy?

My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.

After another random comment about looking like Steven Paige, from a recovering alcoholic at Union Station, I figured I'd give this a whirl. The results have surprised the nation, and by nation, I mean me. Maybe I can find work in the Dalai Lama's security detail as his double. Or, just change my name to Chester Bennington, who shares a lookalike distinction with Mike S. I think its the glasses.


And now, back to the wall.

After a short hiatus (mime drinking motion with hand), this I had to post:



My father-in-law in 10 days.


I really want one of these.

Reading through a new book by that science guy, I came across a footnote about this machine:

The ``Ultimate Machine,'' based on an idea of Mervin Minsky, was built in the early fifties. The operation and spirit were well described by Arthur C. Clarke in Voice Across the Sea: ``Nothing could be simpler. It is merely a small wooden casket, the size and shape of a cigar box, with a single switch on one face. When you throw the switch, there is an angry, purposeful buzzing. The lid slowly rises, and from beneath it emerges a hand. The hand reaches down, turns the switch off and retreats into the box. With the finality of a closing coffin, the lid snaps shut, the buzzing ceases and peace reigns once more. The psychological effect, if you do not know what to expect, is devastating. There is something unspeakably sinister about a machine that does nothing -- absolutely nothing -- except switch itself off.''




Jared and RM Vaughn put this together for a show at SPIN gallery (I think - it was one on the Queen St. strip), and they used one of my stills as part of the flick.